hmm..it's so nice to really read literature. the God of Small things is one such book..i'm really enjoying it. the language is amazing. the symbolisms, the various literary techniques applied..and the joy in discovering each of these little treasures. i feel like a child digging in a sand-pit..and coming across little shiny trinkets. so delighting!! (: i like to be able to take my time to read a book like that..it makes it all worthwhile..(:
on the other hand..i can accredit my slow reading to my constantly fatigued mind. i'm becoming an insomniac..lying in bed and falling aslp really really late. hmph! and cos i've been doing opening for the past couple of days..i've had really little slp. next week's full of activities..which is nice. but hey...why is it when i come across a good book..i get slammed by so many things? hhaha...i actually don't know why i'm complaining! just being typically human..discontented all the time! hahaha..(:
i can't decide who's sappier..luther vandross or richard marx's now and forever. haha..
